Life Catcher, Part Four
Since Hubpages is to cowerdy and prude I am forcded tp publish part 4 here, it’s really mild by anoones standard, expect the idiots at Hubpages.
Saturday came suddenly, even after the long and sleepless week. Wayne had not spoken to Majal even once in the last five days. That had not happened in over nine years. God he missed her. He had seen her only twice in the school hallways, both times with Randy beside her. Each time he caught her eye, she looked down at her feet. To say he felt like trash is to make the understatement of the year.
Well he’d lost her, or Randy had won, either way, tonight, at eleven. He had a date with destiny, well, at any rate, he liked the sound of that better, better than, a date with the shed.
* * *
Journal entry: Oct. 31, 2011
Well I did it. It’s Majal and Randy now. Well I guess I can’t blame her. I was spying on her. At any rate, perhaps I’ll get lucky and it won’t work out. Nahhh! I’m never that lucky it seems. I miss her. Be a shame if this were kill such a long and special friendship. Yes I miss her. Who the hell am I going to talk to no? Mother? Noooooo! I don’t think so.
Oh big Wayne, when you blow, you blow it good..MORON!!!!! Well maybe I can find something neat at the shed, I mean if there is such a thing as a cut dead animal in a glass jar.
God I miss her!
* * *
The night was dark as Wayne walked down Military Avenue, much darker than last time he visited the shed as tonight there was no full autumn moon to light his way. In fact there was no moon at all, no alien moonscape greeting him as he approached, no golden shafts of fleece pulled him forward. All was darkness, silence and blackness. Even the crickets thought better than to venture out this night as they too stayed home.
* * *
Majal and Randy were just exiting the pizza parlor as it closed, 11:00 PM. As they left they stopped out front, standing idly about, listening as the owner locked the door behind them. They seemed uncomfortable, fidgeting and swaying from foot to foot, watching as one by one the lights within and without were extinguished, all but those illuminating the long Formica counter visible through the window and the two small, neon signs, hanging out front.
Randy looked beat, tired, his shoulders slumped. He walked slowly with sort of a shuffle, barely lifting his feet high enough to clear the ground, kicking at the odd pebble or stick of ruble that crossed his path. He held his hands within his front pockets as they shambled forward. Walking the short distance to his car parked in the street just behind the parlor, Randy climbed in, closing the door from within. Majal stood outside, on the driver’s side, watching, silently waiting.
“Are you sure Majal?” He asked, looking up after what seemed to her a prolonged period of silence.
“Yes, yes Randy I am. I have had all week to think about it and yes…I am sure. At least I am going to give him all the chances I can, to say…to say yes to me. I love him Randy. I have loved him since we were children and…well I suppose I always will. I can’t help that. I just do. I do love him so. Even if he is a stupid boy, one day he’ll grow up to be my, mine, my stupid man, and I’ll be there when he does.”
“Yeah, well I kind of knew that already but, you know, hope springs eternal, at least, when thinking of you it does.”
“Thanks Randy, Gosh you’re a lot of fun to be with and, it’s been, well you know, great! You know, what we’ve…shared, what we’ve learned, for that alone I will never forget you. You are the only boy who’s ever touched, touched me like that, you know, and you, well I never, I mean, well only with you have I felt…that.”
“Yeah well, I’d rather not think of that now, ya know. I have enough cold showers in my future as it is.”
He bowed his head even lower.
“Your sweet, and remember, if, well if he doesn’t, you know, if he doesn’t feel like I do. Well it will be a few months, maybe years, who knows, but…well. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather try again with, than you.”
“Great, thanks, but there is little more that a man doesn’t want to hear than, You’d sure make a great…second choice.”
“Yeah, me too!”
“Wayne, he’ll be waiting, well I mean, he doesn’t know but, well, he’ll be there and, me too.”
“You mean the shed thing?”
“You really think he will be there?”
“Oh yes. Of course, Wayne always does what he says he will do. That’s one of the things I love most about him. Oh yes, he’ll be there.”
“Sounds a bit silly to me, but well have fun. I hope you two don’t get into any kind of trouble.”
“Trouble? Hey what could happen, some weirdo runs us off his place, I mean really?”
“Yeah, guess your right. Ok. Bye Majal.”
She bent down, kissed his forehead and with one hand ruffled his short, brown hair.
Randy started his engine, heading off, without a look back.
Majal waved, checked her watch, turned, and began running down the street as fast as she could. Military Court, clear in her headlights.
As she ran, smiling with anticipation she did not notice, the lone figure seated in the red Camaro, with the headlights off, following a block or so in the distance.
* * *
Approaching ‘The Court” from the east, down the same gravel covered alley on which the shed sat, Wayne could see the corner, and the tall street light positioned there, long before he could see ‘The Court’, the house or any part of the shed. He stopped, surprised or shocked, perhaps a bit put off his guard. Above the street lamp swam a vast array of gnats and midge’s, circling, twirling in an almost smoky looking mass. Yet that was not unusual for this time of year, when all of life was preparing to fly, to hold, or to die. No it was what he saw further down at the bottom of the lamp pole that caused him concern for there, beneath the whitish glow cast downward by the lamp, stood a figure, dressed in a bright, red, skirt?
* * *
As he drew near, she ran to meet him, wrapping him in her arms and legs as she leapt from the ground to envelope him.
“Oh Majal…My God, I’m…I’m so sorry. What a fool I’ve been…Don’t be angry with me Majal. Don’t be mad. I’m so sorry Majal…I…I love you Majal. I love you. Please don’t go, please! Please don’t leave me. I was wrong. I know that. I just…just. God I’m an idiot.”
They fell to the soft ground, rolling in the new spurt of green fall grass beneath them.
Rolling over on top of him, she grasped both his hands and pressed them against her breasts.
Startled, a bit hocked, Wayne asked.”Majal, what…What are you…”Why
“Why? Because these are yours, now here, give me that hand.”
Taking it, she guided it underneath her dress, opened his palm while pressing it against the soft mound between her legs.
“Majal what are you doing.”
“Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to do you right here, but it is a delicious idea.”
“Just feel me, this is yours also.”
He felt the warmth and the soft bulging softness beneath her thin cotton undies and he shivered.
Leaning over she placed her lips to his, lolled her tongue in and out, around his lips and mouth.
“And these are yours. I am all yours Wayne and I am finished waiting for you. I am going to marry you young man and have all of your baby’s, one after the other. So you had better get used to the idea. And Wayne, you’d better call your Momma if you have to, cause your going to be late tonight, very late indeed. I promise you that.”
“Oh really? Have you been planning? And just what, might I ask, have you been planning for.”
What was I planning? God are you thick! What I was planning my dear was scr*wing your legs off until you grow up and tell me you love me, that’s what I was planning for you stone blind, moronic, virgin. It’s you! It was always you. It will always be you. Don’t you get it? Now shut up and kiss me…
Smiling, as he hadn’t all week he answered.
“Yes Mum! God I love you Majal!”
“Stupid boy! That is all I ever wanted to hear you say. Stupid, selfish boy! I will never leave you, never! Don’t you know that silly! Don’t you see that? You are my man….I need you. Randy, he…”
“No, no Majal. I don’t give a Damn. I don’t care about Randy or anyone else. All I care about is you. Nothing matters but that you are here, in my arms and that you will stay. Screw the rest. I am so sorry…I will never, never doubt you again. No matter what happens I will take care of you…I promise! Just be with me, stay with me, love me, is all I ask.”
“I am, and I will. I love you too Wayne…I love you, like you can’t know! I have loved you since that first day, ratty shorts and all, the only difference is that now my body and my heart are old enough to keep up with my head and they want to love you even more. Oh, I am bursting to show you, everything! I only want you to want me boy! Want me! Damn, just want me Wayne.”
“Oh I do. I do.”
“Then shut the hell up and kiss me stupid. I wont ask you again.”
* * *
Wayne couldn’t help but chuckle, yes proudly, as they walked hand in hand towards the shed. His lips were numb. They had kissed so much his lips were actually numb.
“My God”, was all he could think. He could not wait until later, after they finished this thing. She had promised, a lot more.
“A lot more than your lips are gonna be sore before this night is out”.
Well that is what she said. Yes, he smiled, EVER so proudly!
“Come on lover; let’s finish this thing so we can get to bed! Lets see what this creep is all about then clear out a here.”
Once again, and strangely so, the shed was open this night as well. Wayne was sure when he’d passed by earlier it was chained and locked as usual. Was he, was “The Canner” getting a bit lax?
“What-cha think”, she asked.
“Beats me, now or never I suppose.”
“Right behind you lover.”
“Be careful of all the glass”, he added, stepping carefully through the gravel.
They entered silently, Wayne whispering and pointing as they went. Majal slid through the narrow trail dividing the shed, finding first the table with mainly human remains, Wayne headed left weaving in and out of large reptile filled vases, it struck him that the large one with the huge yellow snake was gone but he quickly dismissed the notion as unimportant.
Wayne sorted through shelves and bottles seeking, what? Something, yet all the while continuously turning to look towards Majal, always keeping her in his sight. As she continued to move further along the path towards the back end of the shed, he grew increasingly more uncomfortable with the distance between them.
“Majal, wait…not so far. Wait for me.”
She seemed oblivious, caught up in the moment. The excitement, the danger and the unknown possibilities suited her well. She was in her element now; a side of her Wayne had seen only little of over the years. Sure he knew she was bold, brash, unabashed and unashamed, of both her actions and her emotions, but he had never seen her as being so, well, so brave.
Suddenly he heard her gasp.
“My God!” She exclaimed far too noisily.
“What, what?” replied Wayne earnestly in the loudest whisper voice he dared express.
As she lifted from a large cylindrical glass vial from the table, she turned to face him. Within the bulbous bottomed glass tube was the longest, thickest, most impressive male organ he had ever seen.
He too stood shocked and surprised.
“My God”, she said again smiling. Well hello mister! Now how the hell do you figure they, or he, I mean, Wayne…It’s hard as a rock. Just look at it, the veins are even swelled up all along it length. How does one get a dead mans coc…I mean…you know, hard? It’s like, well no pun intended, it’s like…like it’s cocked and ready to fire.”
Laughing lightly she set the vial back down on the table yet she seemed unable to take her eyes of the contents, mesmerized by its size and perfection.
“My God Wayne. I don’t’ mean to apply undue pressure or raise my own expectations too high or, God forbid, add to any possible performance anxiety on your part…but this thing is freaking beautiful! I didn’t know they came in extra large, triple D thick necked Longs…”
“What me, anxiety, after what you just said, hell I may never take it out again. That ain’t no average bear my dear. I mean please. I never doubted that we’d be good together, but, I mean my God, that’s not normal and I hope you don’t expect…”
She giggled at his sudden rush of self-depreciation and doubt, while rubbing the palms of both hands lightly up and down the surface of the glass as if imagining what if would feel like stroking the real thing.
No sooner than a slightly childish wave of jealous anger filled his heart it vanished, swept away by one high-pitched, horrific scream.
Looking up he saw Majal backing away from the table, colliding with rows and rows of glass vials and jars knocking them to the ground in one massive continuous crash. Like a crab running backwards, she grew closer and closer screaming and screaming, No! No! NOOooooooo!
Just as she was halfway back to where Wayne stood, confused and alarmed,
A light came on in the front house followed by one on the small back porch facing the shed.
“Majal!” called Wayne.
“He’s coming! He’s coming!”
Moments later the house side door to the shed swung open and in walked the Canner, white, petulant and naked but for a thin towel like piece of cloth draped around his rolling fat waste. In one hand, he held something lost in shadow yet he seemed to be stroking or moving it back and forth, in the other a quart size jar of the lightly tanned yellowish fluid. He smiled at the two newly discovered trespassers.
“And what do we have here?” he asked, his voice wet and hoarse.
“A couple of thief’s have we, come to steal my collection? Or are we searching for something, something a bit more…pleasurable, out of the ordinary, intimate? Care to join me he asked, looking at Majal.
Looking down just as he stepped forward she saw what he was holding, stroking, working just as it exploded, spewing on the floor in front of her.
Recoiling in shock and disgust she stepped back, her left arm flailing uselessly in the air searching for Wayne.
“I know…this ones interested”, he added, starring, leering at Majal.
“I know she is seeking something new, something more. I saw how you looked at my friend over there, the way you touched it, ran your fingers down the cold hard glass.”
”She licked her lips. Wayne. Did you see that? OOooohhhh I sure did.”
“Wayne? How do you know my name?”
“Wayne, Majal, I know many things. I know, well I know what she dreams of Wayne. I know what she desires, yearns for. I know what her and that boy, Randy, is it? I know what they’ve been doing up at the lake each evening. Do you know Wayne? Do you know what she likes Wayne, where she likes it? Do you?”
“I thought not, poor, soft little boy. Still got your little towel by the bed with your cousin’s swimsuit photos to keep you awake at night do you?”
“Do you know how she takes it Wayne, what she likes, what she wants? I do. I can tell you one thing Wayne; she likes her boys hard, and big and wet. Yes, that’s one thirsty little girl you have there Wayne. But then I’m sure you know that, right. I mean you’ve had the pleasure haven’t you, filling her mouth with…joy.”
“Shut up you pig”, countered Majal.
“Pig? Oh I see. Wayne hasn’t been their has he. Only…Randy? Oops. Guess I kinds spilled…The beans?” He laughed, loud and rolling, looking hard at Wayne.
“Well I can assure you Wayne, Randy has spilled a lot more than beans, if you know what I mean. Turns out your little angel Majal, well she’s used goods my friend. Seems she’s had more s*men run through her than most battleships. What now? Is she making you promises now? You gonna be her next? You gonna be her first? How sweet. Well better late…than never!”
“Let’s go Wayne. This little f**k is just trying to get you upset.”
“Oh really. Wayne…what about that little mole, you know the one just beneath her breast. Remember?”
“What, how the hell you…”
“Like I said. I know many things boy, many things and what I know best are women like her. Yes I know her, how to please her, control her and give her, just what she wants. I’ve known a thousand like her Wayne and I can tell you she is good for only one thing, but that one thing, ohhhh, she’s an expert.”
“Perhaps all she needs is a little coercion, an invitation to join the fun; what do you think Wayne, perhaps a bit to drink would calm her nerves, relax those lips and open her cock-locked knees. One can’t spend her whole teenage life just wallowing down on her knees or leaning over the front seats of cars ya know, time will…come, when she’ll need the whole enchilada Wayne and you, well I think your but a half dozen tacos too short. However, I my friend, I do know how to please her I and my friends.
Oh yes, and I got many more like that one. They come in all shapes and sizes, even colors. You’d be surprised what I could show you Wayne, hell I bet I got one you would like as well. Let me guess, shaved, tight round balls, pink mushroom top, cut, a shooter…long and thick with just a tiny bit of a turkey neck running down the lightly browned front side? Just your style I’d say. How bout it? Up…for the challenge boy?”
With that, the canner suddenly rushed forward, seeming as unconcerned with the crashing collections of glass jars as was Majal. In only seconds, he stood before her, face to face, long before Wayne could even react.
Releasing his own spent member, he reached out, grasping Majal by the throat, harshly and violently as his other hand, holding the open topped container of fluid, came up quickly drenching her face and head in the yellowish wetness. He held her so tightly, squeezing her throat so forcibly she couldn’t breathe. She felt as if she was going to suffocate or puke all at the same time. Her face grew deep red as the only sounds she could make were queer, croaking, choking and gasping noises, as if she were being strangled.
She fell to her knees as his grip tightened unable to speak or draw a breath, both hands fighting the viselike stronghold his powerful hands had upon her neck. As Majal went down before him he began pouring the remaining contents of the vial in her eyes, mouth and all over her face and body.
By this time, Wayne had recovered, spanning the few yards that separated him from them in only a few steps. Just before reaching them both, holding a large fluid filled jar, he threw it, aiming for the Canners large bald head. With only a tiny deft twitch of his head and neck at cat like speeds, the Canner easily dodged the projectile, missing him by the width of whisper. Then just as suddenly as he had begun the Canner let loose his grip, dropping Majal to her face on the hard concrete floor, loudly gasping and choking for every breath.
Looking straight at Wayne, he said. “She’s mine now. Get her out of here boy. She’ll come to me when she’s…ready.”
Kneeling beside her Wayne shook her lightly; assuring himself she was alive and could breathe. Once satisfied he raged, “What…you fat little f**k! She’s who’s?”
Screaming, as he stood “I’ll show you who’s she is you fat fu…”, he headed for the Canner, fists curled, jaw tightly set.
As he approached the Canner reached around, grabbing a large vial and smashing it before Wayne’s feet. No sooner than he had done so, a six-foot, bright yellow colored cobra rose from the rubble, quickly rising to the height of Wayne’s chest. Twice more Wayne heard the smash of glass and soon found his self almost completely encircled by huge, hissing, yellow reptiles edging ever forward.
“These are my other friends. I think you’ve met this one”, rambled the Canner indicating the one nearest and largest of the snakes, right before him.
Stepping back, Wayne paused. All around him were the sounds of creeping things, crawling, slithering, and hopping around.
“Go…Go Wayne… Let’s go, now!” croaked Majal hoarsely, no more than a forced, ragged whisper. Regaining her feet and her ability to talk, she stood unsteadily, slightly weaving, unsteady and disorientated.
“Go Wayne please. We must go…NOW!” she repeated as she slapped at a huge tarantula sized spider sulking up the back of his shirt.
“He can wait, Go! Please go!”
Grabbing his arm and yanking Wayne with her, she lunged from the floor towards the open back door just as the cobra struck, catching but the heal of one of Wayne’s shoes. Pushing for the door, she kept her hands upon Wayne’s shoulder and back, forcing him out with her, step by step, pushing roughly with all her remaining strength. Once she sensed the soft grass underneath her feet, she let go, stop pushing, grabbed his left hand and ran pulling him along. Never letting go, she ran and he ran and they ran.
* * *
A block from the shed, deep in shadow, to one side of the gravel alley one could hear footsteps, running and then the sound of a car door slamming. Suddenly the car started up, spinning tires and showering gravel behind it as the driver thrust the red Camaro in reverse, speeding backwards from the alley.
* * *
Majal wrote a check for the hotel room. They did not intend to go home. The Canner knew too much. They had to think, decide and act.
Once safely inside the room with the door locked and the curtains drawn Majal sort of collapsed. Gone was her courage and strength, drained away like rain in gutter leaving behind nothing but damp shiny remnants of it ever having existed at all. She simply sat on the edge of the bed and cried.
“Majal, what happened back there? Tell me please. Why did you scream!
For long moments, she said nothing, only sobbed and shook, shivering as if she were freezing.
Wayne covered her with the extra blanket and silently waited, holding her hand while stroking her long, fine hair.
“Wayne…Oh my God Wayne it can’t be. It’s impossible. Oh God what have I done.”
“Done? Done? You Majal…you did nothing. Why would you say that?”
“No, no I did. I did! I made you go back there. I made you go because I wanted to see. Oh my dear God! He’s a monster! He’s not even human.”
“What, what do you mean tell me Majal.”
“What happened? What did you see that was so horrible? I mean more terrible than jars full of live killer snakes.”
“No Wayne that’s just it. There were no live snakes there. There was nothing alive there, note even…Him!”
“What? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“My God Wayne…that, that severed co*k…that thing. When I was holding that glass jar, rubbing my hand on it…You know the huge pen… Oh Noooo!” she cried, laying her head against his shoulder and sobbing even louder. Oh my God!”
“What honey. I’m here we’re safe…what did you see.”
“Wayne! Om my God Wayne it came! It came! It came while I was holding it. It squirted all over the inside of that jar.”
“What? What are you saying Majal. It what?”
“It had an orgasm Wayne! It came! Get it? It jerked I watched its spasms. It stretched, it moved! My God it moved and it, IT CAME WAYNE, IT CAME. How can that be? It, it was dead, it had to be. How can you cut off a mans… and keep it alive. How can it move? How can it…? Tell me Wayne, tell me Please!”
“Majal, maybe it was only the lighting, the….maybe you shook it or jiggled it or something, Maybe…”
“No…No…No! I saw it Wayne. I saw it. It moved. It…It…I saw it Wayne…I saw it!”
“But, but that can’t be.”
Yet Wayne knew better. He knew she was right. Those snakes, they weren’t normal snakes and he knew the yellow one, he’d seen it before, in the jar, coiled and dead. If it was alive, it’s a kind of life he’d never heard of.
“Wayne, hold me.”
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